A Dame to Die For

1946, New York City


I missed her. Five years in the army and I wanted her more than I had before I left. When she sent for me, I should have said no. Maybe I’m still a dumb kid with a soft spot for dames in a jam.


Lily knew it. When her dancer sister went missing from the Burlesque joint on 52nd, she banked on me coming to her rescue. But the past caught up and pulled us both under. I keep asking myself—is she worth dying for?


***Warning: This is erotica. There will be sex. Also, this story contains characters from 'Til the End of the Line, hence spoilers for that short story.***